In the camp of the base camp, there were also quite a few Koviet, with all kinds of guns in their hands, shooting fiercely at the people of the small sect. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

These indiscriminate shots suddenly caused a lot of damage to the Cultivator Alliance, these things, which were not very powerful in their eyes, were actually so painful when they hit their bodies now.

They rarely use these guns when they are doing tasks, after all, guns can only deal with some small beasts, and the real power is their swords.

And if it is under normal circumstances, the fire of one or two machine guns, with their physical skills, can easily dodge and will not cause them any damage at all.

Even if one or two bullets hit them, it would only be a skin wound at most, but what they didn't expect was that when these machine guns formed a large area of strafing, it would be so terrifying.

If their exercises and true qi were not sealed, they could easily deal with such a scene, but now, they felt the fear of death.

"Ah, I'm not reconciled."

"I'm so sorry to die."

Many people couldn't help but let out an unwilling howl after being beaten into a sieve by bullets, they never dreamed that a powerful cultivator would actually be killed by a non-lethal machine gun.

However, after these cultivators released their spirit beasts, soon, the casualties of those Coveis were also increasing.

After all, for spirit beasts, their bodies are very flexible and not restricted by space, so they can give full play to their strength, and those Coveis who have not cultivated any exercises will not be able to resist the attack of these spirit beasts at all.

"Brothers, rush me."

"The front is the base camp, the exercises, the magic weapon is in front."

I don't know who shouted, so that the cannon fodder, who was still a little hesitant, immediately had hot eyes, the current situation, with spirit beasts, they already have a tendency to turn defeat into victory.

The battle continued, from dawn to dusk, and the sunset on the horizon shone on the base camp at this moment, and it became blood-red, and the sand in the desert also changed color in this battle.

The original yellow sand has also completely turned red, and the originally dry desert has become a little wet at the moment, which has to be said to be a mockery.

"NND, when will I be able to kill it all??"

At this moment, Zhang Wei's whole body has been dyed red with blood, even his beard, hair, to say something yellow, even his little brother has become fashionable, and he has also dyed red hair.

He was washed in blood, and his whole body was a little uncomfortable, and in this day, he could not remember how many people he had killed, but these enemies, like weeds, were endless, and he killed one himself, and immediately two more jumped out and killed him until he was weak.

Now he doesn't have much strength in his hands, he can only mechanically wave the knife in his hand, taking away a piece of life, whether it is a human or a spirit animal, as long as he is cut by his knife, there is no good end to it.

If it weren't for the belief that has been supporting him, maybe he would have been so tired that he would have laid down directly, and if he hadn't known that there was someone behind him to protect, he would have given up on himself a long time ago.

Such a day of endless waving made his body and mind extremely tired, and if he could die, it might be a relief, but he understood that he couldn't.

"Don't complain, Lao Tzu is reasonable, and now he has been forced to be rough, what are you not satisfied with??"

A weaker voice came from the side, which made Zhang Wei couldn't help but turn his head to take a look, and immediately he was stabbed in his hand again, which made him frown slightly, he didn't know how many knives he had been cut that day, anyway, he didn't feel it anymore. As if the knife was not cut at him.

"Haha, look at your loss."

Zhang Wei was not in a good mood, but when he saw Luo Yan next to him, he immediately became better, as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and he immediately had a little more strength in his hands.

This Luo Yan is much worse than Zhang Wei, compared to using force, he is slightly inferior to Zhang Wei, he has always regarded himself as a scholar, today he has no strength to cut, his arm has been slightly sagging, only when the enemy rushes up, he will lift the knife, and then cut the enemy.

Now he only seeks to hurt the enemy, not to kill the enemy, because he really has no strength, and if it weren't for the belief in his heart, he might collapse faster.

He is the spiritual leader of the whole team, and if he stops and falls, then those Coveis who have already tried to retreat will probably choose to flee immediately.

So he can't fall, only if he is still standing, those Coveis can see hope, after all, so far, the casualties of the Coveis are far greater than those of the cultivators.

Their guns and weapons are useless for those spirit beasts, so they can only die in vain, if it weren't for Zhang Wei and them blocking most of the spirit beasts, they might have surrendered a long time ago.

At this moment, Luo Yan's original personable appearance was long gone, and the clothes on his body had been stained with blood, and the white had turned red, which made him feel a little evil.

But this alone was fine, but his clothes, which had already been tattered, showed his blood-stained 'red' flesh, which looked extremely strange, and his red hair, which was already mutilated, seemed to have been cut off a lot.

Seeing this kind of scene, how could Zhang Wei not be happy, this Luo Yan usually pays great attention to his own image, if he sees his own image, it is estimated that he wants to die.

Zhang Wei felt that he had found a reason to laugh at him, and it was not okay to be unhappy, but now he still laughed at himself?

"Laugh, come over and help, my hands are cramping."

Luo Yan looked at the friends who were laughing at him there, and couldn't help but scold, his numb hands also had cramps because of the frequency of using them too often.

"Alright, alright, come right here."

Although the two are bad friends, I have to say that the relationship between the two has been good to a certain extent, although Zhang Wei likes to laugh at him, but he will never die without help.

Soon the two converged, standing back to back, facing an endless rush of enemies.

"You say, this time, are we going to die here??"

Seeing that there was still a steady stream of enemies, even if Luo Yan was very confident, he understood that if he continued like this, he would probably really be planted here.

"Needless to say, looking at this situation, you can't run, but if you die, you will die, anyway, it's just a big scar, and it's a big deal to cast a good baby in the next life."

Zhang Wei shrugged his shoulders indifferently and slashed down a cultivator who rushed up, leaving only his screams.

"The turbid gas on the knife is about to run out."

Although the formation on their weapons has been modified to absorb turbid qi, and it has been stored before, but the amount of use has been overrun, and the formation is on the verge of collapse.

They understand that if the formation on this weapon collapses, then only death awaits them.

"Well, mine isn't very stable either."

Zhang Wei sighed, although they tried to use it sparingly, but the amount was too large, and it was almost more than the load of the formation.

"I don't know where the boss is now, and in the future, I may never have the opportunity to fight side by side again."

Looking at the blood-like remnant sun, a trace of loneliness flashed in Luo Yan's eyes, this is the fate of cultivators, and in the end, most of them will die in the battle.

They fight with the sky, but also with people, and the world of cultivators pays more attention to strength, and those who don't have strength can only become victims in the end.

Since following Lu Chen, they have gained friendship and happiness, which they have not experienced in their previous sect cultivation, because there, there is only fighting and intrigue.

For the sake of a little bit of cultivation resources, they have exhausted all their strength and exhausted all their thoughts, and freedom and happiness seem to be a bit of a luxury for the people of these major sects.

"Yes, it's really a pity, if only I could know Boss Lu in the next life."

Zhang Wei couldn't help but sigh, in the same way, he has gained a lot in this team, especially friends, true friends.

He is rough and straightforward, and he is generally not very popular, because he always has a straight word for everything, even if it is a human flaw, so it is difficult to have friends.

But since he met Lu Chen and his party, he has made real friends, not only Lu Chen, but also Luo Yan, although Luo Yan is not in the right language with him, his personality is very different, and the two like to criticize each other.

Both of them know that this is only superficial, as long as the other party encounters difficulties, they will always be the first to rush out and bear with each other, just like today, and can always rest assured that they will give their backs to each other. It takes a lot of trust to do that.

"Withdraw, withdraw..."

Just when the two of them sighed that they were about to end their lives, suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd, a bit like cheers, they listened carefully, and only then did they hear clearly, it turned out that someone had withdrawn.

They also looked at it suspiciously, only to realize that it was indeed the case, and after a loud trumpet sounded, these people retreated like a tide, and soon, only two people were left standing here alone and desolate in this embraced desert.

"I rub, finally I can still live one night. I'm tired of Lao Tzu, no, I have to rest for a while. ”

After seeing that the enemy had retreated, Zhang Wei couldn't hold on any longer, and he didn't care if the ground was full of blood, so he sat directly on the ground, his hands were completely drooping, and he had no strength, gasping for breath, enjoying the beauty of the rest of his life.

"There's no image at all, it's really a bun."

Looking at Zhang Wei's image, Luo Yan couldn't help but struck again, but he also sat down like this by relying on Zhang Wei, and the whole person was paralyzed on Zhang Wei's back, and he had no strength.

"If you have the ability, don't sit down, sit better, like a pig, Lao Tzu is about to be crushed to death."

"It doesn't matter, it's none of my business if you die or not..."

After the enemy retreated, the place finally became a private space for two people to quarrel, and the two friends were feeling the beauty of the aftermath of the disaster, but also hurting each other, perhaps only in this way, they could distract themselves from the tragic situation on the ground. This will make them feel a little better.

Don't think about today's killing, they are not demonic people after all, they don't like killing from the bottom of their hearts, if it is not necessary, they will definitely not provoke killing, and today's killing makes them feel the fragility of life at the same time, their hearts are also fluctuating.

If they don't adjust their emotions always, maybe in the future, if they want to go further in their cultivation path, it will be difficult to ascend to the sky, after all, the inner demon is the natural enemy of every cultivator...